He swallowed hard. The swallowing sensation was too much for Tommy, he thrust his hands out, grabbing Mr. XXX Mr Brown turned round. “That’s ok Tommy, I don’t mind that you called me daddy haha” Mr Brown laughed. “Ooohh. … I could make you do lines for the rest of the class or I could give you ten strokes of the slipper and you can go home.” Mr Brown looked at Tommy with a look in his eyes Tommy had not seen before. Next he thought to look at the pictures for selfies. He recognized him immediately as being a boy called Tommy, a shy quiet senior but small and petite for his eighteen years of age. Brown stepped back, red face and grinning. “Yes daddy. . . …” Tommy had lost all composure, he
